Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 183

"Julie!" Daphne called out as she chased after her.

Lionel, left with no choice, pulled his hoodie over his head, picked up his shoes, and followed.

When did he start fetching shoes for other people's wives?

Daphne followed Julie, calling her name. She watched as Julie walked past the operating room and stopped outside.

"Is this the patient from the explosion at the old factory at Enchanted Pathway?" The doctor asked the nurse at the entrance of the operating room.

The nurse nodded, her expression serious.

"Has the victim's identity been confirmed?" The doctor asked.

"The victim is six foot two, the CEO of Simpo Co.…" The nurse began to reply.

Before she could finish, Julie collapsed by the bedside, startling the nurse and the doctor.

Daphne, who was about to come over, was shaking her head in disbelief. "No way... It can't be..."

"The victim has been burned beyond recognition..." The nurse gently reminded Julie, whose hand was resting on the edge of the white bedsheet.

She didn't say a word, but tears kept falling like pearls off a broken string.

Her hand remained on the sheet, but she didn't lift it.

Her hands were trembling, the fingertips of the hand gripping the sheet turning white. Tears streamed down her face.

She bit her lower lip until the last bit of color faded.

Seeing Julie like this broke Daphne's heart. After all, the victim was the man Julie loved the most...

"Julie..." Daphne choked out, stepping forward to support Julie. She comforted her gently, stroking her back.

"We don't have to look anymore, Julie... okay?" Daphne said, freeing one hand to gently hold the one gripping the sheet.

"No... It's not him!!" Julie growled out. Ignoring Daphne's attempt to stop her, she yanked off the sheet covering the body.

A strong smell of blood hit their noses instantly. Daphne quickly turned her face away. She couldn't bear to face this scene, let alone look at the charred body of Kieran.

Seeing the unrecognizable man didn't stop the tears welling up in Julie's eyes. She tried to touch his face with her trembling fingers, but she couldn't.

"No, I don't believe it!" Julie shook her head. She grabbed Daphne, her voice hoarse as if someone was choking her. "Daphne, tell me it's not him, right?"

Daphne shook her head, unable to utter a word.

Watching Daphne's expression, Julie suddenly lost all her strength. Turning back to the man on the bed, she dug her nails into her palm. The pain kept her awake, but the more awake she was, the less she wanted to face reality.

Her mind was filled with memories of him, playing out like a slideshow.

She had imagined countless endings, but she never thought it would end like this. She had loved him. She was willing to give everything for him, even her own life. She had also hated him, hoping he could die in place of her child.

She was torn between love and hate, struggling on the edge of the abyss. She blamed him for pushing her into the abyss, but she forgot that she didn't want to climb out.

Because of the past falls, she became afraid...

But it wasn't until this moment that she realized what she was truly afraid of.

It was just a dream, right?

When she woke up, she would find herself still in the company's restroom. She had just had a big fight with him...

She wouldn't be troubled anymore. She should apologize to him; tell him personally that she forgave him. She should tell him how much she loved him.

She shouldn't dwell on their past mistakes, nor should she punish each other for them. She should cherish every moment.

The ending shouldn't be like this...

It's said that when a person is extremely sad, the words they want to say become inexpressible. It feels like a fishbone stuck in the throat...

Tears flowed uncontrollably. Though her gaze was fixed on the body on the bed, her eyes were empty.

Daphne was so heartbroken that words couldn't describe it. She stepped forward gingerly, trying to call Julie's name, but received no response. Julie was like a lifeless puppet.

Helpless, Daphne could only stay with Julie, sharing her pain.

Lionel was about to step forward, but the shoes were snatched from his hand.

"You once said you wouldn't cry for me even if I died. I guess your tears were meant for someone else," a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside Julie.

Like a puppet, Julie turned her head mechanically at the sound.